Zhang Yu opened his mouth to speak, but he was speechless, he really didn't know what Liu Xie said, how could he say it?

After a long silence, everything is quiet, like a deer that can be heard in the heart.

couldn't wait for the answer he wanted, Liu Xie was finally willing to turn around, walk in front of Zhang Yu, face to face, eye to eye, it can be seen that Liu Xie's pupils contain the entire Han Dynasty, not the innocence of children, but the perseverance of the emperor.

Ask again,

"What does Xiao Yu think?"

What do you think?

Aside from you as the emperor of the Han Dynasty, I don't talk about the yellow scarf.

In the early peace years, in the spring and autumn of the third year, in Luoyang, the soldiers have been strong, the horses have been strong, the grain has been accumulated, the enemy has been clear, the good generals have gathered, and there are more strategists and strategists to help, and there is already a battle force.

But Zhang Yu hated war, and he was afraid of losing the beauty and tranquility at this time.

What's more, how could the Yellow Turban fight for the Han?

If it weren't for himself, Liu Xie would probably have gone to meet the first emperor and the first emperor a long time ago, where would he have the opportunity to ask for a strategy here.

Zhang Yu finally has his own thoughts,

"Xiao Xie, Yu thinks that if you don't fight, Xiao Xie doesn't see that the city is full of yellow scarves?"

Who knew that Liu Xie smiled indifferently, more penetrating than the spring breeze,

"How can there be a yellow scarf in Luoyang City? All for the people. This is Xiao Yu's words, and Xie has never forgotten it. ”

Said it yourself? It seems that there is such a thing, but the situation is fundamentally different.

was about to open his mouth to defend himself, but was interrupted by Liu Xie,

"With Xiao Yu here, it's just a yellow scarf, what's the problem?"

Zhang Yu seems to understand something, no wonder this little Liu Xie didn't look for Cai Yong or Lu Bu, but looked for me, so that's the case.

But even he was not sure to convince those stubborn Yellow Turban Qu Shuai, and they had already made an unchangeable oath in their hearts.

Shaking his head, shrugging his shoulders, sighing, pacing, pondering, and again speechless.

There are righteous soldiers but no soldiers, and the chaos of the country can only be peaceful, which is not bad. But the two extremes of the king and the thief can really gather into one and control the chaos in the world? Don't laugh out your big teeth when you say it?

Then there is a valve where the chaos is, and who receives the hearts of the people. Yanzhou Cao Cao? Jizhou Yuan Shao? Or Jingzhou Liu Biao? Or the valve Chang'an Li Ru is the best choice, but how can you guarantee that the valve will win, attack and conquer, how to ensure the stability of Luoyang and keep your small home?

Too much, too chaotic and too complicated, Zhang Yu is not a strategist, and he can't make a conclusion immediately if he doesn't read political strategy books.

"Xiaoxie, the stakes are very important at this time, Yu can't give a reply for the time being, can you spend a few days with me, think about it, analyze its pros and cons, and then reply."

Liu Xie was stunned for a moment, then replied with a smile,

Xiao Yu thought about it, and I waited for an answer in the study and in the courtyard of the book. There is no deadline of a few days, just wait for Xiaoyu to think about it, and then come to me. ”

Then he made a gesture that was unbelievable to the people of the world, and when he saw him bend down gently, put his hands in front of each other, and bowed respectfully,

Seeing this, what does this mean, this can not be helped, if Cai Yong and Chen Gong see it, they will shout again, what is the general ethics, the Spring and Autumn Period.

Zhang Yu quickly stepped forward and helped Liu Xie, who was saluting seriously,

"What does Xiao Xie mean by this, Yu deserves such a big gift from His Majesty."

"This ceremony, on behalf of myself, also on behalf of the Han family, but also on behalf of the world, Han chaos, no one can be peaceful if it is not Xiao Yu, the world, no one can save it if it is not Xiao Yu! This gift is only acceptable to Xiao Yu in the world. ”

The king's gift will always come with a lot of shock, although he doesn't have too many class thoughts, but he is still frightened by Liu Xie's gift, and his pounding heart almost disturbs the tranquility of spring.

After this ceremony, Liu Xie went straight back to the desk as if nothing had happened, knelt down, spread out the spring and autumn volume, and fell into fascination again.

Zhang Yu staggered a few steps, left here, wandering in the spring breeze with a lost soul, Liu Xie's words were still slamming into his heart again and again, was there something in his heart that attracted them?

Peaceful Han chaos, save the world, change history, against the will of God?

Everything in the dream is too close to Zhang Yu, he spread out his hands, a little rough because of the practice of martial arts, and slender because of the practice, and gently grasped those so-called dreams.

Close your eyes, use your uneasy heart, feel the weight of the things in your hands, the more you feel, the more chaotic you feel, the more difficult you think.

I couldn't see the way forward, I banged, I didn't know what I had hit, I fell to the ground on my back, and my butt hurt.

"What's wrong with the little ghost, why do you close your eyes? Embarrassed? What tricks do the gods babble? ”

Lu Bu's trademark rough voice was recognizable to Zhang Yu without looking at it.

Slowly get up, pat the dust and dust, tidy up your clothes, and try to make yourself look normal.

"Yu, I've seen the general."

Lu Bu looked at this mysterious child for a while, and didn't speak, just stared at it directly, seeing that Zhang Yu's heart was furious, could it be that Liu Xie saluted and was secretly seen by him? Or did Xiao Ling'er complain to him again? Could it be that what's wrong with those yellow scarves?

There are thousands of possibilities that can be used to explain Lu Bu's strange eyes at the moment, but Lu Bu just didn't speak, explained, or questioned, and upset Zhang Yu with just his eyes.

Zhang Yu really couldn't bear such a gaze, so he couldn't open his mouth and asked Lu Bu directly,

"The general is looking for a boy?"

Lu Bu was willing to speak,

"It's okay, I'm looking for you to have lunch. Hurry up, they're all waiting. ”

After that, stride the meteor and leave in style.

Zhang Yu is a little unclear. Standing in place for a while, eating a few mouthfuls of coolness, the tall figure in front of him gradually drifted away, and the hungry gurgling stomach made the stunned Zhang Yu come back to his senses.

If Lu Bu didn't mention it, he didn't feel hungry, and no matter how many doubts he had in his heart, it was not as important as filling his stomach.

followed behind Lu Bu, and finally used all his strength to firmly compact the things that wanted to burst out in his heart.

After walking for a while, I saw the familiar warm hut again, Lu Bu and his wife were sitting on the seat, Xiao Ling'er next to him couldn't wait to steal food, and sitting opposite was his mother, looking out of the house, looking forward to himself.

On the desk, there are no big fish and big meat, but they also eat happily.

In the hut, there is no light, but it is also heartwarming.

This warm little home, as always, is also a dream.

Keeping this hard-won stability is engraved on Zhang Yu's heart.

I took a bite of the rice cracker, chewed it twice, and swallowed it together with the restlessness in my heart.

Looking up, and then looking at the people around him, no matter who is here, it is worth guarding by himself, even if it is the hateful Lu Bu and Xiao Ling'er.

Whoever is in this city has the power to seek stability, even if it is the Yellow Turban.

What Zhang Yu thinks is also what he wants to do.

But in troubled times, where to find stability?

There will always be ridiculous ambitions, ridiculous people, who want to destroy this peace.

In the land of Guanzhong, in Chang'an City, a general gave an order, ironclad black horsemen, foot archers, rushing to the well railing, in the shadows, quietly starting.